Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
I must be dreaming
By Susanne Remic on 18 Aug 2011
Last night my daughter and I were in grave danger. We knew we only had a few day’s worth of food left and after that, it was every man for himself. We knew that. Perhaps that was what made us so reckless; I just don’t know.
The point is, we were desperate. Otherwise, we would never have gone in there without weapons, or without first checking that the area was clear. But it was too late. My inexperience showed at once. The giant storm trooper had us and he was going to kill us. Luckily for us, I woke up...
Yes, that’s right. I’m having bonkers pregnancy dreams. I must point out that I am prone to ridiculous dreams now and then. My mum always said I have an over-active imagination. But in the last few weeks, my dreams have become stranger and stranger. And, I must say that they are becoming a little more scary too.
I know that giant storm troopers are not necessarily that scary in the cold light of day, but it’s more the fact that my daughter was with me that scares me. Here’s the theme, you see. All of my dreams these days involve my kids, and something awful happening to them. You don’t need to a degree in psychology to work out that I’m feeling anxious. And that’s my next problem.
After my son’s difficult birth, anxiety became a little dark shadow hovering over my shoulder. It didn’t help that my son was unwell and that we didn’t actually get a kind-of-official diagnosis until he was around thirteen weeks old. Throughout that time, my mind imagined all kinds of horrible conditions and ailments and the sleep deprivation ravaged through me. Coupled with anxiety, I was a bit of a walking mess. Dreams were a nightly occurance then, too.
So, how do I get past this latest pregnancy development? I know that pregnancy dreams are quite common. It’s probably all those blummin hormones again. I also know that my children are fine and that storm troopers only exist in Star Wars. It doesn’t help in the middle of the night though.
Perhaps I need to change my reading habits before bed. Maybe I need to take a leaf out of my daughter’s book and read something funny before I go to sleep? Perhaps reading about the disappearance/ murder of a young girl is not suitable reading material for one prone to nightmares.
Maybe Daisy and the Trouble with Giants is the way to go. Trouble is, I would probably dream about giants coming to eat me up for dinner... I guess this is just another delight of pregnancy I should embrace for a while. Maybe I will start to write them down and try to get a book deal...
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